《SIN BETWEEN THE SHEETS》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

He didn’t even give me time to catch my breath.I was still sore, still leaking, thighs trembling as we stepped out of the bathroom. His cum was dripping down my inner thighs, and my panties were balled up in his pocket. I was a mess. A wet, used mess. And I loved it.We didn’t speak. We didn’t have to.The look in his eyes said everything.He wanted more.The parking lot was dark and half-empty, but I barely noticed. My heart pounded as he unlocked his car, opened the back door, and grabbed my wrist.“Get in,” he growled.I didn’t hesitate.He shoved me into the backseat, pushed my legs apart, and climbed in after me. His body hovered over mine as he slammed the door shut behind us. The inside of the car smelled like leather, heat, and sex. It was already fogging up, just from our breathing.He didn’t bother taking his pants off fully this time. Just unzipped, pulled his cock out still thick, still hard and slapped it against my pussy, smearing his cum all over my folds.“You’re stil

DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDER 18 The moment the lights dimmed for dessert and the rest of the family moved into the living room, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the kitchen. I barely had time to gasp. He slammed the door shut behind us and spun me around, pinning me to the marble counter. His hand wrapped around my throat. Not hard. Just enough to let me know who was in charge. “You were such a good little whore at dinner,” he growled into my ear. “Now I’m going to fuck you like one.” I moaned, instantly soaked again. My pussy was still messy from earlier, the seat of my panties ruined, my thighs sticky with lust that hadn’t cooled all night. “They’re right out there,” I whispered, trembling. “And you’re gonna have to keep that pretty little mouth shut while I ruin you.” He grabbed the back of my neck and bent me forward, pressing my chest to the cold countertop. My ass was perfectly positioned, dress riding up around my waist, soaked panties clinging between my th

He grabbed my chin, lifting my face to look up at him. His cock still glistened with spit and cum, twitching like it was begging to be buried again.“You want more?” he asked.I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My mouth was already open, tongue out, eyes begging.He smirked and slapped his cock across my cheek.“Fucking filthy little slut.”He dragged me up by the arm, tossing me onto the bed like a rag doll. My body hit the mattress, limbs sprawled, pussy soaked and swollen. I felt wrecked—and so goddamn ready for more.He crawled over me, licking a stripe from my navel to my throat, biting my collarbone before flipping me onto my stomach again.“Ass up.”I obeyed.He spread my legs wide, thumbs digging into my ass as he stared down at the mess between my thighs.“Fucking ruined,” he growled. “And I’m not even halfway done.”I felt his thumb press against my other hole—slow, teasing pressure that made my breath hitch.“No one ever fucked you here, have they?”I shook my head into the

He lit a cigarette.Naked. Spent. Still hard.I sat at the edge of the bed, legs shaking, my body dripping with everything he’d done to it. My throat was raw. My holes used. My skin painted in bruises, handprints, spit, and cum.And I wanted more.He took a drag, watching me through the smoke like a hunter sizing up a toy that wasn’t broken enough yet.“On the chair,” he said, nodding toward the one in the corner. “Legs spread. Touch yourself.”I moved without thinking, obeying like the fuckdoll he’d trained me to be. My ass hit the cold leather, my thighs falling apart shamelessly. I didn’t hide my wetness. My need. I wanted him to see how ruined I was.How ruined I still needed to be.He stepped forward, cigarette between his lips, and crouched in front of me. His fingers slid between my folds—soaking wet, swollen. He pressed his thumb to my clit and rubbed in slow, cruel circles.“Such a good slut,” he said, voice low. “Still dripping for me after everything.”I moaned.Then he spi

I was asleep. Barely.My body ached everywhere. My pussy was raw. My ass leaked with cum. My throat was sore from choking on cocks I wasn’t supposed to love.But I did love it.And that’s why I didn’t fight it when I felt the bed dip.Hands on my thighs. Fingers brushing my nipples. Breath against my neck.Jaxon.“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he whispered, voice low, rough.Before I could answer, I felt it his cock sliding between my thighs.No warning. No mercy.He shoved in deep, burying himself in my still-soaked cunt like it was his personal hole.I gasped. My legs kicked, but he grabbed them and pushed them wide open, holding them there.“Still so fucking wet,” he growled. “Still messy with Mason’s cum, too. Filthy little toy.”My hips lifted automatically, like my body was ready for more, even if my brain was foggy with exhaustion and lust.Then I heard Mason’s voice from the foot of the bed.“Did you miss this, sweetheart?”He crawled up and straddled my chest, alr